-1"Cap'n Catie, a ship approaches!" The excited message boy shouted, running over the cobbled terrace to stop before his master.

She smiled fondly, patted him on his mop of blond hair, and thanked him. In fact she'd been aware of the ship for a few days, although she'd never admit it to the lookout, since he prided himself on his job, although his failing eyesight made it near impossible for the old coot. People looking on would see a petite woman, little more than a girl, with a veritable ocean of flame red waves tamed into a stylish up-do, with wide innocent green eyes, that sparkled beneath a screen of long lashes. Adding to the illusion of innocence, freckles dotted the bridge of her nose and cheeks. The wind tugged at the green riding habit she wore, and the feather in her hat perched in a jaunty angle on her head. Nobody would believe this woman ran one of the largest piracy empire in the Spanish Main. She demanded the respect of all she happened to meet.

Now she straitened her shoulders, lifted her chin, and made her way down the cobbled path to the beach to greet their unexpected guests. The sun dipped toward the horizon, but the air remained thick and humid. The setting sunlight outlined the white sails of a ship in the distance. She noted the cannon, there had to be thirty, and the size of the approaching crew, over a hundred. Great. Pirates. she thought to herself, I don't have time to deal with pirates today.

It wasn't until a man with a red bandana , black dreadlocks, and a dingy leather hat swaggers toward her that she knew exactly who she would have to deal with. She'd never seen him before, but the stories made him notorious.

"Hello Jack Sparrow." She said, looking him in the eye, "to what do I owe this pleasure"

"Ah, and who are you mate?" He asked, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"I'm Captain Catie, I own this island you've anchored your ship at, and I'd thank ye to state your business." She replied, quietly, with a betraying calm.

"Catie Turner, would that be?" He asked.